1The Pain Behind Those Broken Brown Eyes
Disclaimer: I own. . .absolutely nothing. Except my guitar, and the one I accidently threw out the window two weeks ago, and my drums. Besides that I own nothing.
Prologue
The slightly olive skinned male fell down in the soft snow in his home city of Bevelle. Brown eyes slowly filled with tears as he closed his fist in the cold snow beneath him. Tightly he closed those brown eyes, tears beginning to stream down soft cheeks.
The truth was the preator of Yevon was in love and couldn't tell the one he loved. Not from fear of losing his job. Baralai could deal with that. It was more of a fear of being broken, rejected, never being able to talk to the person again.
After all Gippal was more of a ladies man and the preator was not a woman.
"Baralai?" a soft, sorrow filled voice sounded behind him as a warm hand placed itself on his back.
"What?" his normally calm demeanor was shattered as he brought one of his cold hands up to his face and wiped away the tears that had escaped those beautiful brown eyes.
"What's wrong?" the still calm girl kneeling behind him began to rub his back softly as the preator let his hand drop back to the cold ground that the snow that continuously fell was quickly covering.
"Nothing Paine." Baralai forced himself to his feet and left, leaving the girl kneeling beside the cold spot he once was.
Paine let out a small sigh as she watched the man walk away, really knowing what was wrong with the preator but not knowing what she could do about it.
Baralai continued his walk down the snow covered road through the town of Bevelle.
"Hey Baralai." a hand attached itself to his shoulder as the preator slowly came to a stop, "Is everything ok?"
Baralai nodded as the blonde Al Bhed frowned at him, the only good eye the man had narrowed slightly to study his face.
Baralai faked a smile and shrugged the hand off his shoulder, "I'm fine Gippal."
"Oui cina?" the Al Bhed asked, his right hand dropping respectively to his side.
"Yes Gippal, I'm sure." Baralai continued his walk, letting his hands slip inside his pockets as Gippal jogged up to his side and walked with him.
"Ok then." Gippal let out a sigh as the walk became dead silent. The pad of their footsteps seemingly echoed down the quiet streets as the lights from the streets began to come on one by one and light up the dark night.
The dark settled over the two just as the uncomfortable silence that still hung in the chill night. The snow seemed to fall like an endless river as Gippal finally stopped in his tracks, green eyes scanning Baralai before he spoke.
"Fro fuh'd oui dymg du sa?"
"I don't feel like talking Gippal." Baralai said simply, stopping as well and turning to face the taller man.
Gippal frowned, Baralai wasn't acting like himself and it bugged him. . .a lot.
"Alright, well I'll talk to later. Bye 'lai." Gippal turned and walked away, not noticing as Baralai fell to his knees and began to cry once more.
'Why am I doing this?' Baralai asked himself, burying his face in his hands as he wept, 'I'm driving him away on my own, I don't have to tell him now.'
Baralai felt as if his world was slowly coming to an end with everything crushing him, causing him as much pain as they could before he would finally loose control.
Was it possibly for someone like the preator to loose control?
Well nobodies perfect. At least not in Baralai's eyes.
Baralai wiped the tears off his face and let his hands drop in his lap as he starred at the foot prints his former companion had made in the snow.
What was he going to do?
Baralai pushed himself off the ground once again and starred down the empty road he now stood on.
Brown eyes scanned the empty road to where the Bevelle temple stood seemingly mocking him for being so pathetic.
Baralai slowly walked towards the temple he had to stay at, his brown eyes starring down at the ground.
The lonely echo of his footsteps rang through the quiet night as if trying to tell him something, but he wasn't listening. The only thing he listened to was his mind yelling at him for being so stupid, pushing the only person he loved away, pushing the only person that truly cared for him away.
As he reached the quiet temple he sighed and opened the rather large doors. 'Why must it be so quiet in a temple filled with people?' Baralai asked himself, letting his eyes scan the area of the first room.
'The night air is as cold as I feel.' the preator took a few steps into the temple as the doors closed behind him.
"Preator! Are you alright, you really shouldn't stay out that late!" a young girl ran up to his side and placed a hand on his back, pushing Baralai to his chambers.
As in reaching his room she pushed him in.
"Now get some sleep, you have a busy day tomorrow." the young girl gave him one last glare before slamming the door shut on her way out.
Baralai walked over to his bed, without taking off his clothes and changing into his pajamas, and rested on the cold, lonely bed that was his own.
Those soft, easily broken brown eyes filled with invisible tears as he crumpled the fabric of the satin sheet in his fist. A small simple tear slid out of those eyes and rolled down his cheek as he pulled his legs up and laid on the bed in fatal position.
"Why must love hurt so much?" Baralai asked, looking for an answer but finding only silence echoing in the lonely room.
The tears seemingly flowed like an endless river as Baralai laid on the bed, one arm carelessly lying on his stomach while the other clutched the covers in his fist still.
Brown eyes slowly close as the man slowly slipped into a haunting sleep.